microphone set to "merk"........

ur spit wack, i'de say u have a speach impediment but this is typing,he's gon make excuses like "my fingers broke so i cant do dope typing", u couldnt beat me if u had FIFTY doin ya pre-writting//1

do the right thing pass this battle on or drop it now have u screamin "HOT POTATO" when my verse comes down//2

prepare to get served cuz im da merk doctor with no patience, my "punch surgery" fuck up ya face make u my naxt patitent for face lifts//3

man im juss plain doper than you, shouldnt test me cuz u cant rip thru//4

datz da type of shit u couldnt do if u wuzz holdin a gat, an ak-47,a revolvor or mach//5

if i faced u wit my back u still couldnt hit me,below average spit u could never diss me, ur punches have no connection a.k.a. MISSED ME!//6

ur punches is like ur only and imaginary friend they aint really there, itz no wunder when u swingin that u only hitten air//7

now let me off dis cock sucker in wayz datz unknown, my spit brusies brainz, bringz da pain and fucks up ya chromosomes//8

i beat u in line 9 wit still one line left, picken his punches for dis text out his rhyme book like a multiple choice test//9

u dont wanna see me but u really da ghost dude, cuz after u spit that verse ur bitch ass getz booed//10